Paroles de Chicago

The pig's spitting taxes and unwanted tasks We say, "send me to the battle please sir!" Chicago is dancing in xylophone laughter We say burn the fucker down Burn the motherfucker down But would you please speak up I can't hear with these clouds in my ears The system's down I doubt we'll get through Send your money for The caterpillars to entertain The horse has been taken Running clubs in the pasture